A faint scent of soapberry seeped into the heart.
There was a trace of warmth amid the cold.
Because of his Swordborn Physique, Ye Qinghong's body was naturally colder than other people's.
A little cool and aloof.
Fang Yang stood rooted to the spot, his body stiff, looking at his First Disciple, who had thrown himself into his arms.
A measure of bewilderment still lingered on his face.
What was going on?
Didn't his First Disciple hate him to the bone?
What was he doing now?
Just a moment ago, when his eldest disciple had gripped his sword, he had already prepared to punish him severely.
Yet the next instant, the other man had wrapped trembling arms around him.
The reversal had come so quickly that even he had been caught off guard.
Could it be...
He was just like the Princess Consort.
Had they both grown used to psychological manipulation?
At this thought, Fang Yang sighed, his gaze becoming exceptionally complicated.
"My dear disciple, this is a twisted kind of love!"
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Chapter 70: The Blood Rain Demon Venerable Has Arrived!
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Ye Qinghong instantly stiffened.
His beautiful eyes widened.
Instinctively, he felt that something was wrong.
Was this... really a heart demon?
Why did it feel so real?
That familiar figure, that familiar touch, even those deep eyes!
They were all exactly as they were in the depths of his memories.
Though heart demons were cunning, they could not possibly be this realistic.
Instead, they made people aware that it was an illusion, yet unable to break free, just as before.
So the man before him was his master, the person he hated most. He had once